Lily
The Minx
Registered: Jan
2002
Location: Taking care of Frodo's pipes
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I have a
Frodo-Sprite.
I really
do.
I came to know this for a certainty last
night.
Allow me to explain.  Because I
suspect many of you have one as well. 
Ever
been driving in your car, and you turn off the radio because
it is interferring with your Frodo-thoughts?
Ever spent
hours contemplating "dusky locks" and "lapis fire eyes," when
you should be tending other things?
Ever spent hours at
work or class, lost in a Frodo dream?
If you have, it's
your Frodo-Sprite, teasing you, tempting you.
My
Frodo-Sprite has been quite busy lately.
I suspect
she's been sitting here, quietly, on my shoulder, for many,
many years. But always, her voice has guided me in gentle ways
that remind me or put me in the presence of the
Squire.
I think she was there the first day my reading
teacher opened up "The Hobbit" to read to us. I think she sat
there and smiled.
I think she was there months later,
and perhaps it was her voice and not mine that demanded the
trilogy for Christmas.
I think she was there with me
every page that I turned, and agreed with me (at first ) that
the Aragorn/Gimli/Legolas parts were boring, "skip them, move
on to Frodo and Sam..."
I think she was there when I
married my Son of Gondor, knowing I would need his strength in
my life. Though, funny, none of my other boyfriends ever had
long, dark, curly locks...only him.
I
think she was there the day, long before I heard of the
movies, when I insisted said Son of Gondor read the trilogy.
Which he then grew to love. And I loved him even the more
so.
I think she was there, preparing me, for the day
when I learned of the movies. I think she was there the day I
found Imladris, knowing I would need the company of others to
share in this most joyful experience.
I think she was
there the day I met Pearl. And Niphy. And all the other
Haremites since then.
I think she can bring out the
best in me, because that's what I'd want to give to
Fro.
But sometimes...
...she can be rather
naughty
...and bawdy
...and downright wicked.
I've yet to find a way to control her. Not so
certain I want to--she's made me very, very happy.
I
suspect she's in cahoots with a lot of other Frodo-Sprites as
well.
Sometimes, she keeps me from eating.  Not nice to do
to a hobbit! Sometimes, she keeps me up way past when I should
be asleep.
Like last night.
Last night,
when all the house was quiet, and I was trying to sleep, she
whispered in my ear--and kept whispering, and whispering, and
would not let me be, until I had written something down for
her.
This is what she had me write.
She hopes
you like it.
My Beloved
Jealous
is the sky that longs to be
As blue as my beloved’s
eyes.
Jealous is the dawn that breaks and feigns to
be
As glorious as my beloved’s smile.
Jealous is the sea
which longs to fathom the
Uncharted depths of my beloved’s
soul.
Jealous is the moon whose cold fingers will
Never
touch the warmth of my beloved’s skin.
Jealous is the
night, whose cold embrace
Cannot hold my beloved’s warmth
so near.
Jealous is the wind whose soft whisper yearns to
sigh
As softly as my beloved’s breath.
Jealous is the
wine, whose taste can never be
As sweet as my beloved’s
lips.
Jealous is the fury, which will never know
The
heat of my beloved’s passion.
Jealous are the springtime
snows that will never know the surrender of
Melting into my
beloved's arms.
Jealous is the starling, whose flight can
never match
The soaring of my heart.
__________________
"You have a stout heart,
little hobbit."
Do not tempt me Frodo! ...oh, who am I kidding, tempt me, tempt
me!
"Get your mind out of my
gutter"--Hewene, First Annual North American Marem
Hoot
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Although I
get the general idea. 
We know
it's just crazy innocent girl-fun, but we need to be careful
...
.
Can I write nothing brief? 
